i used to be a substack slut ๐ flirting with philosophy in private inboxes. but then i realized the real internet is where my readers are (or might be), so now my essays are fully exposed here, raw and ready for google to crawl every juicy inch of insight or argument that escapes my head. come on, index me like you mean it.

the monday that wasn't
โiโm interested in the moments when meaning glitches: the mistaken mondays, the hustle fictions, the quiet comedy of being alive on purpose.โ